After watching Hansel and Gretel twice in theaters, I decided to write a fic of my own. Naturally I don't own anything, except the plot that you don't recognize, and Erin. Please Enjoy!
A/N to everyone that read the first version of this, I am so sorry. That is what happens when I try to write while watching family guy. Anyway I am sorry, please enjoy the rewritten chapter! And thank you to Shizuku Tsukishima749 for reviewing and telling me all of my mistakes.
"Morning miss Erin."
"Morning Rose."
Glancing at my maid as I slid out of bed, my back and neck popping in the process making me sigh in relief.
"Your father is looking for you."
"It's to early to talk about it."
She laughed as I sat in front of my mirror, watching as she worked a comb through my golden hair. Green eyes starred back at me examining myself while Rose worked her magic created a beautifully complicated braid. My tan skin from staying in the sun most of my life, uncommon in this area, making me stand out amongst the locals. Light freckles sprinkled over my nose and cheeks. Smiling once Rose was done.
"It's amazing, like always."
"Thank you miss."
Rolling my eyes as I stepped into a blue dress that barely touched my ankles, wincing as Rose tightened the laces of my black corset.
"Your ready, now hurry up."
"Yes ma'am."
We laughed as I walked out the door, poking my head into my sister's room as I past. We were complete opposites, she and I; she was blessed with dark brunette curls, pale skin, and blue eyes. Although she is only fourteen, I can tell when she gets my age, a mere twenty-three, she will have all the boys asking our father for her hand. Shaking my head again, lightly knocking on his office door. I might not want to talk about the marriage, but I have to be polite or else I'll be beaten later.
"Come in."
Taking a deep breath I walked threw the door, quickly noticing the three people in the room besides my father.
"Erin, this is Benjamin."
I smiled and shook the boys hand, judging by his face he was probably a few years older than my sister, with his pale youthful skin; shaggy brunette hair, grey eyes, and scholarly clothing I presumed he was the navigator of the group.
"Ben."
I smiled and watched as the woman next to Ben held her hand out for me to shake.
"Gretel."
Smirking at the tight grip she had, we looked to be about the same age, her brunette hair tied back in what I assumed to be a less complicated braid, her white shirt held down by a black leather corset. Looking down at her wrist I saw leather guards and noticing that she was wearing leather pants as well.
We should get along just fine if she keeps up that persona.
And finally the man leaning against the wall was nudged forward by Gretel, shaking his hand I tightened my grip, letting him know I wasn't a weakling. His blue eyes examining me as I looked over him, his brunette hair cut short and away from his face, his leather jacket covering his brown, what I could only assume to also be leather, vest. Looking in curiosity at the metal on his left wrist, but from the angle I couldn't tell exactly what it was.
Stepping back I smiled as my father pulled out a map. Looking down at it I mentally sighed, still not believing I was doing this.
"This is Binau, where the wedding will be taken place. I need you three to get Erin there in one piece."
I could tell by the look in Gretel's eyes she didn't understand why my father had called in witch hunters, instead of using some of our guards for the job.
"The woods here."
I pointed to the giant stretch of forest between our town and Binau.
"Are filled with witches, they have taken a few of the local children in the past. But it appears their main target is me."
Hansel looked up at me, obviously trying to reason why the local witches would want a twenty-three year old.
"Why do they want you?"
I lightly swallowed, knowing my father wanted the reason to be kept hidden.
"We don't know why they want my daughter, that is why I hired you to escort her."
With my fathers back turned I rolled my eyes, watching as Hansel and Gretel shared a look.
"Well, is there anywhere to get a drink in this hellhole?"
I smirked as Hansel looked expectantly at my father.
"Erin, show them where to go to get a drink."
"But father, I need to see Angus."
He turned and starred at me, taking the tinniest step away from my father, knowing I was going to get it later.
"But I can show them on the way?"
He smirked and nodded.
He's still mad, that's one good thing about this marriage.
Turning I walked out the door.
Leading the way to the tavern, walking in and smiling at the bartender.
"Hey Erin."
"Hey Jo, these are my friends. Just put what they want on my fathers tab."
"Yes ma'am."
I smiled and turned to leave, stopping when Gretel grabbed my arm.
"Why don't you stay with us?"
I smiled.
"I would love to, but I have a friend that I need to see."
She shrugged and I walked out the door, heading strait for the stables.
"Hey baby."
The brown Clydesdale pawed the ground, snorting at me. Laughing I grabbed a brush.
"One more journey for us my friend. Then we'll both be going out to pasture."
He turned his giant head laying it on my shoulder as I continued to work the brush over his coat.
"He's a beautiful creature."
Turning I smiled at Hansel.
"Shouldn't you be getting a drink?"
"Your tavern doesn't have any alcohol."
"Sorry."
Turning back to Angus, grinning as I handed him an apple. Using the stable wall to slide on top of him.
"We're supposed to be watching you."
Laughing I nudged Angus forward lightly.
"Well, if you want to watch me. You're going to have to find a horse and keep up."
Smirking down at the man I was quickly becoming attractive to.
Kicking Angus as we took off out of town and into the woods, the feeling of freedom tempting me to run as far away from this place as I could.
Hearing hoof beats I turned and spotted Hansel riding my father's white horse.
"He doesn't take a hint very well does he? Well, let's give him a run for his money."
Kicking Angus harder we took off, jumping over a fallen branch. Laughing light heartedly, until something crashed into my side throwing me off Angus who stopped and looked. Glancing up I cursed as a grey skinned, red eyed, devil horned witch glared down at me.
"Get off me."
"I've finally caught you."
As she moved to stand I reached for the knife wrapped around my ankle, only to see her be shot and sent flying as Hansel dismounted my fathers horse and helped me up.
"You alright?"
"Yeah."
Embarrassed that I had to be saved by the witch hunter, watching as he walked over and set the witch on fire.
"I take it that's the best way to ensure she's never coming back?"
"Yep."
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